Those precious moments of solitude are becoming increasingly rare, even if you are an insomniac. But it is no secret amongst those who know that there is a way that you can find solitude and what is more to the point, because there is not so much human activity, there is frequently some good fishing…

You know the bloke I mean. The one who turns up for an hour or two, knocks out more fish than you’ve had in a week and then buggers off! Every venue has one and they can be very annoying, particularly if they are cocky with it! Most of the time though there is no…

The Bass Bullet responded by sheering and planing in random, three dimensional directions. Its sides reflecting and sparkling holographic light in the effervescence of the sunlit waves. The mackerel hit the lure like an express train, winning a foot or two of line against the drag, wrestling the rod tip toward the water. This is…

These tides and the next set in early January give the main cod shoals their last chance of a big feed before they start to think about making little cod and heading offshore. The tides fall just right this year starting to build in height on Christmas Day, and from the 27th of December right…

My friend and fishing companion Dr. Charles Reaves had graciously consented to be my “Medical Advisor” on this incredible fishing trip to what I truly believe must be close to the edge of the civilised world. This was frontier fishing – and how! I had read of these waters and their fabulous fishing in books…

There was a big doubt after long time sponsors John Smiths pulled the plug on their sponsorship that the event might not be on this year. However, the tackle trade has rallied round, loads of anglers have entered the qualifiers, and competition organiser Dick Derrington has worked hard to ensure the weekend is on again….

There are dolphins, both bottlenose and common, pilot whales, Cuviers beaked whales and some more cetaceans yet, seen far away, their watery blows arcing into the sky against a cold and arid landscape. Of course, no tuna. No bait. Shearwaters circle aimlessly and gulls wait patiently in small forlorn flocks. Below in the saloon, Nigel…

There were some spume tipped rollers trundling in from the deep Atlantic, their heavy green surging with a restless energy along the kelp strewn rocks, washing out the prawn, crab, baby pollack and gobies, and driving them deep into the undertow where the restless predators waited. The shoals of sandeel would, or should, have been…

The gales are lashing the outside of my house as I write, in a week or two the cold will be with us and maybe. hopefully a few weeks of calm Autumn weather – or is that just wishful thinking? This is the time when the Cod start to show on the deep wrecks, the…

It was late afternoon, and the fishing had slowed somewhat. Some giant trevallies, the odd green jobfish and a solitary amberjack had paid us a visit, together with an ever-present and rather annoying pack of small reef sharks. A typical Midway afternoon just outside the reef. The two clients, a couple of Italians called Pepe…